Act
V
Scene
I
Before Lovewit’s door.
Enter Lovewit, with several of the Neighbours.
Lovewit
Has there been such resort, say you?
1 Neighbour
Daily, sir.
2 Neighbour
And nightly, too.
3 Neighbour
Ay, some as brave as lords.
4 Neighbour
Ladies and gentlewomen.
5 Neighbour
Citizens’ wives.
1 Neighbour
And knights.
6 Neighbour
In coaches.
2 Neighbour
Yes, and oyster women.
1 Neighbour
Beside other gallants.
3 Neighbour
Sailors’ wives.
4 Neighbour
Tobacco men.
5 Neighbour
Another Pimlico!
Lovewit
What should my knave advance,
To draw this company? He hung out no banners
Of a strange calf with five legs to be seen,
Or a huge lobster with six claws?
6 Neighbour
No, sir.
3 Neighbour
We had gone in then, sir.
Lovewit
He has no gift
Of teaching in the nose that e’er I knew of.
You saw no bills set up that promised cure
Of agues, or the toothache?
2 Neighbour
No such thing, sir!
Lovewit
Nor heard a drum struck for baboons or puppets?
5 Neighbour
Neither, sir.
Lovewit
What device should he bring forth now?
I love a teeming wit as I love my nourishment:
’Pray God he have not kept such open house,
That he hath sold my hangings, and my bedding!
I left him nothing else. If he have eat them,
A plague o’ the moth, say I! Sure he has got
Some bawdy pictures to call all this ging!
The friar and the nun; or the new motion
Of the knight’s courser covering the parson’s mare;
Or ’t may be, he has the fleas that run at tilt
Upon a table, or some dog to dance.
When saw you him?
1 Neighbour
Who, sir, Jeremy?
2 Neighbour
Jeremy butler?
We saw him not this month.
Lovewit
How!
4 Neighbour
Not these five weeks, sir.
6 Neighbour
These six weeks at the least.
Lovewit
You amaze me, neighbours!
5 Neighbour
Sure, if your worship know not where he is,
He’s slipt away.
6 Neighbour
Pray God, he be not made away.
Lovewit
Ha! It’s no time to question, then.
Knocks at the door.
6 Neighbour
About
Some three weeks since, I heard a doleful cry,
As I sat up a mending my wife’s stockings.
Lovewit
’Tis strange that none will answer! Didst thou hear
A cry, sayst thou?
6 Neighbour
Yes, sir, like unto a man
That had been strangled an hour, and could not speak.
2 Neighbour
I heard it too, just this day three weeks, at two o’clock
Next morning.
Lovewit
These be miracles, or you make them so!
A man an hour strangled, and could not speak,
And both you heard him cry?
3 Neighbour
Yes, downward, sir.
Lovewit
Thou art a wise fellow. Give me thy hand, I pray thee.
What trade art thou on?
3 Neighbour
A smith, and’t please your worship.
Lovewit
A smith! Then lend me thy help to get this door open.
3 Neighbour
That I will presently, sir, but fetch my tools—
Exit.
1 Neighbour
Sir, best to knock again, afore you break it.
Lovewit
I will. Knocks again.
Enter Face, in his butler’s livery.
Face
What mean you, sir?
1, 2, 4 Neighbour
O, here’s Jeremy!
Face
Good sir, come from the door.
Lovewit
Why, what’s the matter?
Face
Yet farther, you are too near yet.
Lovewit
In the name of wonder,
What means the fellow!
Face
The house, sir, has been visited.
Lovewit
What, with the plague? Stand thou then farther.
Face
No, sir,
I had it not.
Lovewit
Who had it then? I left
None else but thee in the house.
Face
Yes, sir, my fellow,
The cat that kept the buttery, had it on her
A week before I spied it; but I got her
Conveyed away in the night: and so I shut
The house up for a month—
Lovewit
How!
Face
Purposing then, sir,
To have burnt rose-vinegar, treacle, and tar,
And have made it sweet, that you should ne’er have known it;
Because I knew the news would but afflict you, sir.
Lovewit
Breathe less, and farther off! Why this is stranger:
The neighbours tell me all here that the doors
Have still been open—
Face
How, sir!
Lovewit
Gallants, men and women,
And of all sorts, tag-rag, been seen to flock here
In threaves, these ten weeks, as to a second Hogsden,
In days of Pimlico and Eye-bright.
Face
Sir,
Their wisdoms will not say so.
Lovewit
Today they speak
Of coaches and gallants; one in a French hood
Went in, they tell me; and another was seen
In a velvet gown at the window: divers more
Pass in and out.
Face
They did pass through the doors then,
Or walls, I assure their eyesights, and their spectacles;
For here, sir, are the keys, and here have been,
In this my pocket, now above twenty days:
And for before, I kept the fort alone there.
But that ’tis yet not deep in the afternoon,
I should believe my neighbours had seen double
Through the black pot, and made these apparitions!
For, on my faith to your worship, for these three weeks
And upwards the door has not been opened.
Lovewit
Strange!
1 Neighbour
Good faith, I think I saw a coach.
2 Neighbour
And I too,
I’d have been sworn.
Lovewit
Do you but think it now?
And but one coach?
4 Neighbour
We cannot tell, sir: Jeremy
Is a very honest fellow.
Face
Did you see me at all?
1 Neighbour
No; that we are sure on.
2 Neighbour
I’ll be sworn o’ that.
Lovewit
Fine rogues to have your testimonies built on!
Reenter 3 Neighbour, with his tools.
3 Neighbour
Is Jeremy come!
1 Neighbour
O yes; you may leave your tools;
We were deceived, he says.
2 Neighbour
He has had the keys;
And the door has been shut these three weeks.
3 Neighbour
Like enough.
Lovewit
Peace, and get hence, you changelings.
Enter Surly and Mammon.
Face
Aside. Surly come!
And Mammon made acquainted! They’ll tell all.
How shall I beat them off? What shall I do?
Nothing’s more wretched than a guilty conscience.
Pertinax Surly
No, sir, he was a great physician. This,
It was no bawdyhouse, but a mere chancel!
You knew the lord and his sister.
Sir Epicure Mammon
Nay, good Surly.—
Pertinax Surly
The happy word, Be Rich—
Sir Epicure Mammon
Play not the tyrant.—
Pertinax Surly
“Should be today pronounced to all your friends.”
And where be your andirons now? And your brass pots,
That should have been golden flagons, and great wedges?
Sir Epicure Mammon
Let me but breathe. What, they have shut their doors,
Methinks!
Pertinax Surly
Ay, now ’tis holiday with them.
Sir Epicure Mammon
Rogues,
He and Surly knock.
Cozeners, imposters, bawds!
Face
What mean you, sir?
Sir Epicure Mammon
To enter if we can.
Face
Another man’s house!
Here is the owner, sir: turn you to him,
And speak your business.
Sir Epicure Mammon
Are you, sir, the owner?
Lovewit
Yes, sir.
Sir Epicure Mammon
And are those knaves within your cheaters!
Lovewit
What knaves, what cheaters?
Sir Epicure Mammon
Subtle and his Lungs.
Face
The gentleman is distracted, sir! No lungs,
Nor lights have been seen here these three weeks, sir,
Within these doors, upon my word.
Pertinax Surly
Your word,
Groom arrogant!
Face
Yes, sir, I am the housekeeper,
And know the keys have not been out of my hands.
Pertinax Surly
This is a new Face.
Face
You do mistake the house, sir:
What sign was’t at?
Pertinax Surly
You rascal! This is one
Of the confederacy. Come, let’s get officers,
And force the door.
Lovewit
’Pray you stay, gentlemen.
Pertinax Surly
No, sir, we’ll come with warrant.
Sir Epicure Mammon
Ay, and then
We shall have your doors open.
Exeunt Mammon and Surly.
Lovewit
What means this?
Face
I cannot tell, sir.
1 Neighbour
These are two of the gallants
That we do think we saw.
Face
Two of the fools!
Your talk as idly as they. Good faith, sir,
I think the moon has crazed ’em all.—
Aside.
O me,
Enter Kastril.
The angry boy come too! He’ll make a noise,
And ne’er away till he have betrayed us all.
Kastril
Knocking.
What rogues, bawds, slaves, you’ll open the door, anon!
Punk, cockatrice, my sister! By this light
I’ll fetch the marshal to you. You are a whore
To keep your castle—
Face
Who would you speak with, sir?
Kastril
The bawdy Doctor, and the cozening Captain,
And puss my sister.
Lovewit
This is something, sure.
Face
Upon my trust, the doors were never open, sir.
Kastril
I have heard all their tricks told me twice over,
By the fat knight and the lean gentleman.
Lovewit
Here comes another.
Enter Ananias and Tribulation.
Face
Ananias too!
And his pastor!
Tribulation Wholesome
Beating at the door.
The doors are shut against us.
Ananias
Come forth, you seed of sulphur, sons of fire!
Your stench it is broke forth; abomination
Is in the house.
Kastril
Ay, my sister’s there.
Ananias
The place,
It is become a cage of unclean birds.
Kastril
Yes, I will fetch the scavenger, and the constable.
Tribulation Wholesome
You shall do well.
Ananias
We’ll join to weed them out.
Kastril
You will not come then, punk devise, my sister!
Ananias
Call her not sister; she’s a harlot verily.
Kastril
I’ll raise the street.
Lovewit
Good gentlemen, a word.
Ananias
Satan avoid, and hinder not our zeal!
Exeunt Ananias, Tribulation, and Kastril.
Lovewit
The world’s turned Bedlam.
Face
These are all broke loose,
Out of St. Katherine’s, where they use to keep
The better sort of mad-folks.
1 Neighbour
All these persons
We saw go in and out here.
2 Neighbour
Yes, indeed, sir.
3 Neighbour
These were the parties.
Face
Peace, you drunkards! Sir,
I wonder at it: please you to give me leave
To touch the door, I’ll try an the lock be changed.
Lovewit
It mazes me!
Face
Goes to the door. Good faith, sir, I believe
There’s no such thing: ’tis all deceptio visus.—
Aside.
Would I could get him away.
Dapper
Within. Master Captain! Master Doctor!
Lovewit
Who’s that?
Face
Aside. Our clerk within, that I forgot!
I know not, sir.
Dapper
Within. For God’s sake, when will her Grace be at leisure?
Face
Ha!
Illusions, some spirit o’ the air—
Aside. His gag is melted,
And now he sets out the throat.
Dapper
Within. I am almost stifled—
Face
Aside. Would you were altogether.
Lovewit
’Tis in the house.
Ha! List.
Face
Believe it, sir, in the air.
Lovewit
Peace, you.
Dapper
Within. Mine aunt’s Grace does not use me well.
Subtle
Within. You fool,
Peace, you’ll mar all.
Face
Speaks through the keyhole, while Lovewit advances to the door unobserved.
Or you will else, you rogue.
Lovewit
O, is it so? Then you converse with spirits!—
Come, sir. No more of your tricks, good Jeremy.
The truth, the shortest way.
Face
Dismiss this rabble, sir.—
Aside. What shall I do? I am catched.
Lovewit
Good neighbours,
I thank you all. You may depart.
Exeunt Neighbours.
—Come, sir,
You know that I am an indulgent master;
And therefore conceal nothing. What’s your medicine,
To draw so many several sorts of wild fowl?
Face
Sir, you were wont to affect mirth and wit—
But here’s no place to talk on’t in the street.
Give me but leave to make the best of my fortune,
And only pardon me the abuse of your house:
It’s all I beg. I’ll help you to a widow,
In recompence, that you shall give me thanks for,
Will make you seven years younger, and a rich one.
’Tis but your putting on a Spanish cloak:
I have her within. You need not fear the house;
It was not visited.
Lovewit
But by me, who came
Sooner than you expected.
Face
It is true, sir.
’Pray you forgive me.
Lovewit
Well: let’s see your widow.
Exeunt.
Scene
II
A room in the same.
Enter Subtle, leading in Dapper, with his eyes bound as before.
Subtle
How! You have eaten your gag?
Dapper
Yes faith, it crumbled
Away in my mouth.
Subtle
You have spoiled all then.
Dapper
No!
I hope my aunt of Fairy will forgive me.
Subtle
Your aunt’s a gracious lady; but in troth
You were to blame.
Dapper
The fume did overcome me,
And I did do’t to stay my stomach. ’Pray you
So satisfy her Grace.
Enter Face, in his uniform.
Here comes the Captain.
Face
How now! Is his mouth down?
Subtle
Ay, he has spoken!
Face
A pox, I heard him, and you too.—He’s undone then.—
I have been fain to say, the house is haunted
With spirits, to keep churl back.
Subtle
And hast thou done it?
Face
Sure, for this night.
Subtle
Why, then triumph and sing
Of Face so famous, the precious king
Of present wits.
Face
Did you not hear the coil
About the door?
Subtle
Yes, and I dwindled with it.
Face
Show him his aunt, and let him be dispatched:
I’ll send her to you.
Exit Face.
Subtle
Well, sir, your aunt her Grace
Will give you audience presently, on my suit,
And the Captain’s word that you did not eat your gag
In any contempt of her Highness.
Unbinds his eyes.
Dapper
Not I, in troth, sir.
Enter Dol, like the Queen of Fairy.
Subtle
Here she is come. Down o’ your knees and wriggle:
She has a stately presence.
Dapper kneels, and shuffles towards her.
Good! Yet nearer,
And bid, God save you!
Dapper
Madam!
Subtle
And your aunt.
Dapper
And my most gracious aunt, God save your Grace.
Dol Common
Nephew, we thought to have been angry with you;
But that sweet face of yours hath turned the tide,
And made it flow with joy, that ebbed of love.
Arise, and touch our velvet gown.
Subtle
The skirts,
And kiss ’em. So!
Dol Common
Let me now stroke that head.
“Much, nephew, shalt thou win, much shalt thou spend,
Much shalt thou give away, much shalt thou lend.”
Subtle
Aside. Ay, much! Indeed.—Why do you not thank her Grace?
Dapper
I cannot speak for joy.
Subtle
See, the kind wretch!
Your Grace’s kinsman right.
Dol Common
Give me the bird.
Here is your fly in a purse, about your neck, cousin;
Wear it, and feed it about this day sev’n-night,
On your right wrist—
Subtle
Open a vein with a pin,
And let it suck but once a week; till then,
You must not look on’t.
Dol Common
No: and kinsman,
Bear yourself worthy of the blood you come on.
Subtle
Her Grace would have you eat no more Woolsack pies,
Nor Dagger frumety.
Dol Common
Nor break his fast
In Heaven and Hell.
Subtle
She’s with you everywhere!
Nor play with costermongers, at mum-chance, tray-trip,
God make you rich; (when as your aunt has done it);
But keep
The gallantest company, and the best games—
Dapper
Yes, sir.
Subtle
Gleek and primero; and what you get, be true to us.
Dapper
By this hand, I will.
Subtle
You may bring’s a thousand pound
Before tomorrow night, if but three thousand
Be stirring, an you will.
Dapper
I swear I will then.
Subtle
Your fly will learn you all games.
Face
Within. Have you done there?
Subtle
Your Grace will command him no more duties?
Dol Common
No:
But come, and see me often. I may chance
To leave him three or four hundred chests of treasure,
And some twelve thousand acres of Fairyland,
If he game well and comely with good gamesters.
Subtle
There’s a kind aunt! Kiss her departing part.—
But you must sell your forty mark a year, now.
Dapper
Ay, sir, I mean.
Subtle
Or, give’t away; pox on’t!
Dapper
I’ll give’t mine aunt. I’ll go and fetch the writings.
Exit.
Subtle
’Tis well—away!
Reenter Face.
Face
Where’s Subtle?
Subtle
Here: what news?
Face
Drugger is at the door, go take his suit,
And bid him fetch a parson, presently;
Say, he shall marry the widow. Thou shalt spend
A hundred pound by the service!
Exit Subtle.
Now, queen Dol,
Have you packed up all?
Dol Common
Yes.
Face
And how do you like
The lady Pliant?
Dol Common
A good dull innocent.
Reenter Subtle.
Subtle
Here’s your Hieronimo’s cloak and hat.
Face
Give me them.
Subtle
And the ruff too?
Face
Yes; I’ll come to you presently.
Exit.
Subtle
Now he is gone about his project, Dol,
I told you of, for the widow.
Dol Common
’Tis direct
Against our articles.
Subtle
Well, we will fit him, wench.
Hast thou gulled her of her jewels or her bracelets?
Dol Common
No; but I will do’t.
Subtle
Soon at night, my Dolly,
When we are shipped, and all our goods aboard,
Eastward for Ratcliff, we will turn our course
To Brainford, westward, if thou sayst the word,
And take our leaves of this o’er-weening rascal,
This peremptory Face.
Dol Common
Content, I’m weary of him.
Subtle
Thou’st cause, when the slave will run a wiving, Dol,
Against the instrument that was drawn between us.
Dol Common
I’ll pluck his bird as bare as I can.
Subtle
Yes, tell her,
She must by any means address some present
To the cunning man, make him amends for wronging
His art with her suspicion; send a ring,
Or chain of pearl; she will be tortured else
Extremely in her sleep, say, and have strange things
Come to her. Wilt thou?
Dol Common
Yes.
Subtle
My fine flitter-mouse,
My bird o’ the night! We’ll tickle it at the Pigeons,
When we have all, and may unlock the trunks,
And say, this’s mine, and thine; and thine, and mine.
They kiss.
Reenter Face.
Face
What now! A billing?
Subtle
Yes, a little exalted
In the good passage of our stock-affairs.
Face
Drugger has brought his parson; take him in, Subtle,
And send Nab back again to wash his face.
Subtle
I will: and shave himself?
Exit.
Face
If you can get him.
Dol Common
You are hot upon it, Face, whate’er it is!
Face
A trick that Dol shall spend ten pound a month by.
Reenter Subtle.
Is he gone?
Subtle
The chaplain waits you in the hall, sir.
Face
I’ll go bestow him.
Exit.
Dol Common
He’ll now marry her, instantly.
Subtle
He cannot yet, he is not ready. Dear Dol,
Cozen her of all thou canst. To deceive him
Is no deceit, but justice, that would break
Such an inextricable tie as ours was.
Dol Common
Let me alone to fit him.
Reenter Face.
Face
Come, my venturers,
You have packed up all? Where be the trunks? Bring forth.
Subtle
Here.
Face
Let us see them. Where’s the money?
Subtle
Here,
In this.
Face
Mammon’s ten pound; eight score before:
The Brethren’s money, this. Drugger’s and Dapper’s.
What paper’s that?
Dol Common
The jewel of the waiting maid’s,
That stole it from her lady, to know certain—
Face
If she should have precedence of her mistress?
Dol Common
Yes.
Face
What box is that?
Subtle
The fishwives’ rings, I think,
And the alewives’ single money. Is’t not, Dol?
Dol Common
Yes; and the whistle that the sailor’s wife
Brought you to know an her husband were with Ward.
Face
We’ll wet it tomorrow; and our silver-beakers
And tavern cups. Where be the French petticoats,
And girdles and hangers?
Subtle
Here, in the trunk,
And the bolts of lawn.
Face
Is Drugger’s damask there,
And the tobacco?
Subtle
Yes.
Face
Give me the keys.
Dol Common
Why you the keys?
Subtle
No matter, Dol; because
We shall not open them before he comes.
Face
’Tis true, you shall not open them, indeed;
Nor have them forth, do you see? Not forth, Dol.
Dol Common
No!
Face
No, my smock rampant. The right is, my master
Knows all, has pardoned me, and he will keep them;
Doctor, ’tis true—you look—for all your figures:
I sent for him, indeed. Wherefore, good partners,
Both he and she be satisfied; for here
Determines the indenture tripartite
’Twixt Subtle, Dol, and Face. All I can do
Is to help you over the wall, o’ the backside,
Or lend you a sheet to save your velvet gown, Dol.
Here will be officers presently, bethink you
Of some course suddenly to ’scape the dock:
For thither you will come else.
Loud knocking.
Hark you, thunder.
Subtle
You are a precious fiend!
Officer
Without. Open the door.
Face
Dol, I am sorry for thee i’faith; but hear’st thou?
It shall go hard but I will place thee somewhere:
Thou shalt have my letter to mistress Amo—
Dol Common
Hang you!
Face
Or madam Caesarean.
Dol Common
Pox upon you, rogue,
Would I had but time to beat thee!
Face
Subtle,
Let’s know where you set up next; I will send you
A customer now and then, for old acquaintance:
What new course have you?
Subtle
Rogue, I’ll hang myself;
That I may walk a greater devil than thou,
And haunt thee in the flock-bed and the buttery.
Exeunt.
Scene
III
An outer room in the same.
Enter Lovewit in the Spanish dress, with the Parson. Loud knocking at the door.
Lovewit
What do you mean, my masters?
Sir Epicure Mammon
Without. Open your door,
Cheaters, bawds, conjurers.
Officer
Without. Or we will break it open.
Lovewit
What warrant have you?
Officer
Without. Warrant enough, sir, doubt not,
If you’ll not open it.
Lovewit
Is there an officer, there?
Officer
Without. Yes, two or three for failing.
Lovewit
Have but patience,
And I will open it straight.
Enter Face, as butler.
Face
Sir, have you done?
Is it a marriage? Perfect?
Lovewit
Yes, my brain.
Face
Off with your ruff and cloak then; be yourself, sir.
Pertinax Surly
Without. Down with the door.
Kastril
Without. ’Slight, ding it open.
Lovewit
Opening the door. Hold,
Hold, gentlemen, what means this violence?
Mammon, Surly, Kastril, Ananias, Tribulation, and Officers, rush in.
Sir Epicure Mammon
Where is this collier?
Pertinax Surly
And my Captain Face?
Sir Epicure Mammon
These day owls.
Pertinax Surly
That are birding in men’s purses.
Sir Epicure Mammon
Madam Suppository.
Kastril
Doxy, my sister.
Ananias
Locusts
Of the foul pit.
Tribulation Wholesome
Profane as Bel and the dragon.
Ananias
Worse than the grasshoppers, or the lice of Egypt.
Lovewit
Good gentlemen, hear me. Are you officers,
And cannot stay this violence?
1 Officer
Keep the peace.
Lovewit
Gentlemen, what is the matter? Whom do you seek?
Sir Epicure Mammon
The chemical cozener.
Pertinax Surly
And the Captain pander.
Kastril
The nun my sister.
Sir Epicure Mammon
Madam Rabbi.
Ananias
Scorpions,
And caterpillars.
Lovewit
Fewer at once, I pray you.
2 Officer
One after another, gentlemen, I charge you,
By virtue of my staff.
Ananias
They are the vessels
Of pride, lust, and the cart.
Lovewit
Good zeal, lie still
A little while.
Tribulation Wholesome
Peace, deacon Ananias.
Lovewit
The house is mine here, and the doors are open;
If there be any such persons as you seek for,
Use your authority, search on o’ God’s name.
I am but newly come to town, and finding
This tumult ’bout my door, to tell you true,
It somewhat mazed me; till my man, here, fearing
My more displeasure, told me he had done
Somewhat an insolent part, let out my house
(Belike, presuming on my known aversion
From any air o’ the town while there was sickness,)
To a Doctor and a Captain: who, what they are
Or where they be, he knows not.
Sir Epicure Mammon
Are they gone?
Lovewit
You may go in and search, sir.
Mammon, Ananias, and Tribulation go in.
Here, I find
The empty walls worse than I left them, smoked,
A few cracked pots, and glasses, and a furnace:
The ceiling filled with poesies of the candle,
And madam with a dildo writ o’ the walls:
Only one gentlewoman, I met here,
That is within, that said she was a widow—
Kastril
Ay, that’s my sister; I’ll go thump her. Where is she?
Goes in.
Lovewit
And should have married a Spanish Count, but he,
When he came to’t, neglected her so grossly,
That I, a widower, am gone through with her.
Pertinax Surly
How! Have I lost her then?
Lovewit
Were you the Don, sir?
Good faith, now, she does blame you extremely, and says
You swore, and told her you had taken the pains
To dye your beard, and umber o’er your face,
Borrowed a suit, and ruff, all for her love;
And then did nothing. What an oversight,
And want of putting forward, sir, was this!
Well fare an old harquebuzier, yet,
Could prime his powder, and give fire, and hit,
All in a twinkling!
Reenter Mammon.
Sir Epicure Mammon
The whole nest are fled!
Lovewit
What sort of birds were they?
Sir Epicure Mammon
A kind of choughs,
Or thievish daws, sir, that have picked my purse
Of eight score and ten pounds within these five weeks,
Beside my first materials; and my goods,
That lie in the cellar, which I am glad they have left,
I may have home yet.
Lovewit
Think you so, sir?
Sir Epicure Mammon
Ay.
Lovewit
By order of law, sir, but not otherwise.
Sir Epicure Mammon
Not mine own stuff!
Lovewit
Sir, I can take no knowledge
That they are yours, but by public means.
If you can bring certificate that you were gulled of them,
Or any formal writ out of a court,
That you did cozen yourself, I will not hold them.
Sir Epicure Mammon
I’ll rather lose them.
Lovewit
That you shall not, sir,
By me, in troth: upon these terms, they are yours.
What! Should they have been, sir, turned into gold, all?
Sir Epicure Mammon
No,
I cannot tell—It may be they should.—What then?
Lovewit
What a great loss in hope have you sustained!
Sir Epicure Mammon
Not I, the Commonwealth has.
Face
Ay, he would have built
The city new; and made a ditch about it
Of silver, should have run with cream from Hogsden;
That every Sunday, in Moorfields, the younkers,
And tits and tomboys should have fed on, gratis.
Sir Epicure Mammon
I will go mount a turnip-cart, and preach
The end of the world, within these two months. Surly,
What! In a dream?
Pertinax Surly
Must I needs cheat myself,
With that same foolish vice of honesty!
Come, let us go and hearken out the rogues:
That Face I’ll mark for mine, if e’er I meet him.
Face
If I can hear of him, sir, I’ll bring you word,
Unto your lodging; for in troth, they were strangers
To me, I thought them honest as myself, sir.
Exeunt Mammon and Surly.
Reenter Ananias and Tribulation.
Tribulation Wholesome
’Tis well, the saints shall not lose all yet. Go,
And get some carts—
Lovewit
For what, my zealous friends?
Ananias
To bear away the portion of the righteous
Out of this den of thieves.
Lovewit
What is that portion?
Ananias
The goods sometimes the orphan’s, that the Brethren
Bought with their silver pence.
Lovewit
What, those in the cellar,
The knight Sir Mammon claims?
Ananias
I do defy
The wicked Mammon, so do all the Brethren,
Thou profane man! I ask thee with what conscience
Thou canst advance that idol against us,
That have the seal? Were not the shillings numbered,
That made the pounds; were not the pounds told out,
Upon the second day of the fourth week,
In the eighth month, upon the table dormant,
The year of the last patience of the saints,
Six hundred and ten?
Lovewit
Mine earnest vehement botcher,
And deacon also, I cannot dispute with you:
But if you get you not away the sooner,
I shall confute you with a cudgel.
Ananias
Sir!
Tribulation Wholesome
Be patient, Ananias.
Ananias
I am strong,
And will stand up, well girt, against an host
That threaten Gad in exile.
Lovewit
I shall send you
To Amsterdam, to your cellar.
Ananias
I will pray there,
Against thy house: may dogs defile thy walls,
And wasps and hornets breed beneath thy roof,
This seat of falsehood, and this cave of cozenage!
Exeunt Ananias and Tribulation.
Enter Drugger.
Lovewit
Another too?
Drugger
Not I, sir, I am no Brother.
Lovewit
Beats him. Away, you Harry Nicholas! Do you talk?
Exit Drugger.
Face
No, this was Abel Drugger. Good sir, go,
To the Parson.
And satisfy him; tell him all is done:
He stayed too long a washing of his face.
The Doctor, he shall hear of him at Westchester;
And of the Captain, tell him, at Yarmouth, or
Some good port town else, lying for a wind.
Exit Parson.
If you can get off the angry child, now, sir—
Enter Kastril, dragging in his sister.
Kastril
Come on, you ewe, you have matched most sweetly,
have you not?
Did not I say, I would never have you tupped
But by a dubbed boy, to make you a lady tom?
’Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could touse you, now.
Death, mun’ you marry, with a pox!
Lovewit
You lie, boy;
As sound as you; and I’m aforehand with you.
Kastril
Anon!
Lovewit
Come, will you quarrel? I will feize you, sirrah;
Why do you not buckle to your tools?
Kastril
Od’s light,
This is a fine old boy as e’er I saw!
Lovewit
What, do you change your copy now? Proceed;
Here stands my dove: stoop at her, if you dare.
Kastril
’Slight, I must love him! I cannot choose, i’faith,
An I should be hanged for’t! Sister, I protest,
I honour thee for this match.
Lovewit
O, do you so, sir?
Kastril
Yes, an thou canst take tobacco and drink, old boy,
I’ll give her five hundred pound more to her marriage,
Than her own state.
Lovewit
Fill a pipe full, Jeremy.
Face
Yes; but go in and take it, sir.
Lovewit
We will—
I will be ruled by thee in anything, Jeremy.
Kastril
’Slight, thou art not hidebound, thou art a jovy boy!
Come, let us in, I pray thee, and take our whiffs.
Lovewit
Whiff in with your sister, brother boy.
Exeunt Kastril and Dame Pliant.
That master
That had received such happiness by a servant,
In such a widow, and with so much wealth,
Were very ungrateful, if he would not be
A little indulgent to that servant’s wit,
And help his fortune, though with some small strain
Of his own candour.
Advancing.
—“Therefore, gentlemen,
And kind spectators, if I have outstript
An old man’s gravity, or strict canon, think
What a young wife and a good brain may do;
Stretch age’s truth sometimes, and crack it too.
Speak for thyself, knave.”
Face
“So I will, sir.”
Advancing to the front of the stage.
“Gentlemen,
My part a little fell in this last scene,
Yet ’twas decorum. And though I am clean
Got off from Subtle, Surly, Mammon, Dol,
Hot Ananias, Dapper, Drugger, all
With whom I traded: yet I put myself
On you, that are my country: and this pelf
Which I have got, if you do quit me, rests
To feast you often, and invite new guests.”